The bustling streets of Ghost City were unlike the prosperity of the mortal world.
They walked slowly among the passing citizens of Ghost City... keeping about the distance of a third person between them, side by side.
After leaving the shop boasting a handsome man seen only once every three thousand years, the True Dragon of Shenzhou had not said a word. She looked deep in thought.
She had tried several times to speak, but found that, at this moment, it was actually quite nice not to say anything.
The two of them were separated by some distance, but they could still stroll casually through the bustle without anyone disturbing them. There were dimming lights, a waning moon, and shining stars.
A little girl carrying a flower basket passed in front of Boss Luo and Long Xiruo, offering them a bunch of pale-yellow flowers.
A tiny firefly rested on the petals, looking exceptionally beautiful.
She gave the same kind of flower to every citizen of the Ghost Country wandering along the road.
The yellow flower in Long Xiruo's hand slowly revolved, startling the firefly on its petals into flight.
"Why did you suddenly think of coming here?" The True Dragon of Shenzhou finally broke the silence amid the bustle of Ghost City's Night Market. She frowned. "Could it be that even you, the big boss, have taken a fancy to the lonely ghosts in Ghost City?"
"Lonely ghosts?" Boss Luo blinked.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou said calmly, "They have nowhere to return to. Most of them would be annihilated by yang energy if they left Ghost City, and they have no so-called family in this world. They can only hide in this sunless place all day long. If they're not lonely ghosts, what are they?"
Boss Luo smiled faintly,